The Sentinels We get what we deserve

There was a certain endearment in the way the girl readied herself – concentrating fully upon her task, the ivory female’s tongue poked out, but before the Mayfair could crack a gentle smile at such, she raced him, head down, and charging him squarely.
 
He would try to leap away, his own stocky form pushing to one side as his own jaws snaked forward, aiming to gently nip at her shoulder in retaliation and distraction as her own form still managed to square partly in to him, pushing him back slightly. He was not a large wolf – though by no means was he small – instead, Constantine’s maneuver was to aim quickly at his opponent and strike, rather than try to throw his bulk.